What's the situation?

Song Shaoshao looked around calmly.

The mud-made earthen wall looked in danger. The room was empty except for the earthen kang under her and a limp chair. She lifted the thorny quilt covered with patches in disgust. A cockroach slowly crawled out of the quilt.

"Damn it!" She cursed softly.

It has been about half an hour since Song Shaoshao woke up, but it is obvious that she still cannot accept the fact that she has traveled through time.

Who would have thought that she was too tired to cut videos and slept on the table for a while, and she went from being a glamorous food blogger to a poor farm girl.

"Shao Shao, you are awake!" A scream of exclamation pulled Song Shao Shao out of his regret.

I saw a thin woman walking to the bed with a bowl in her hand. Her gray clothes made her look so gray. She put down the bowl and grabbed Song Shaoshao's hand and started crying.

"'But it scared my mother. If you can't wake up again, your mother will not be alive anymore.' The woman's red eyes stared at Shao Shao with concern.

Song Shaoshao thought to himself that her parents divorced and started their own families at the age of ten. For a long time, she felt like an orphan. Fortunately, the food saved her. This was the first time she felt such sincere concern after growing up.

The woman carefully touched Song Zhaozhao's head.

"Why don't you talk? Are you stupid?"

"It's all your fault for taking you to take Shao Qingyuan to Beijing for the exam, which made you fall into the river."

The woman started crying again as she said.

Falling into the river? Shao Qingyuan? Examination exam?

Song Shaoshao listened to these familiar words and began to recall crazy memories in his mind. Finally, he remembered that this was the farming article she read a month ago, and the male protagonist named this name. There was a vicious female supporting role in the book exactly the same as her real name. At that time, she left a message in the comment section for infringing on the author's right to infringe on other people's name.

It's over, it seems that she, an internet troll, has been retribution.

She quickly recalled the plot of the novel with the advantage of a liberal arts student. Now the woman in front of her should be Song's mother. In addition to Song's father and mother, the original owner should have another brother. Although the mountain village where she grew up is poor, her parents love her, and her brother loves her. There is also a little bamboo horse. She doesn't want the little bamboo horse to be an official for the whole time and married a high-ranking girl for power. The original owner cried, made a fuss, and hanged her for all her efforts to break up the male and female protagonists. In the end, she was violated by a bad person and died of depression.

"no!"

Song Zhaozhao shouted, he must not end like this.

"Shao Shao! You can speak!" Song's mother shouted excitedly.

The father Song outside, who was still Brother Song, heard the shouts, hurriedly ran in.

"Zhaozhao?"

"Zhaozhao?"

""

"What happened?"

The sudden care made the orphan Song Shaoshao at a loss for a moment.

"Dad, mother, brother, I'm fine, I'm just scared when I had a dream just now." Song Shaoshao smiled sweetly at the three of them. "Don't be afraid of it, dreams are the opposite. "Song's father comforted him." It's fine, drink the medicine first, don't pick wild vegetables today, let's have a good rest.

Song's mother really felt sorry for Song Zhaozhao and brought the bowl to her mouth. When she finished drinking, the three of the Song family retreated and told Song Shaoshao to lie down and take care of her health.

Looking at the three of them leaving, Song Shaoshao secretly swears that the vicious female supporting role is going to be reborn. In the book, it is Shao Qingyuan who has let the original owner down first. Now he is just a little scholar, but he is no longer the Song Zhaozhao he used to be.

At present, the most important task to change the fate is to change the life of the Song family. Looking at this poor house, she began to feel worried.

Song Zhaozhao lay on the bed thinking about ways to get rich, but because the original owner had fallen into water, and was malnourished and in poor health, he actually fell asleep again. During this sleep, Song Zhaozhao was dreaming, but all he dreamed about was the original owner's previous life.

When she woke up again, it was already dawn outside the window. She picked up the clothes beside the bed and changed into it. Her shoes were already flying. Song Zhaozhao was afraid that if she exerted a little force, her big toes would be exposed.

Song Zhaozhao sighed, it was too bitter.

As soon as I got up, I saw myself in the bronze mirror. It was so similar! But because I was a food blogger, I was much fatter than the original owner. The original owner's cheeks were thin and all concave. My skin color was also dark yellow, and my hair was dry and terrible, which was completely different from myself. But it didn't matter. I was there. If I had a good life, I would definitely be a beauty.

Song Zhaozhao walked out, and Song's mother was already preparing breakfast.

When Song's mother saw Song Zhaozhao coming out, she put down the work in her hand, walked to her and touched her head.

"No more burning, why don't you take a little longer?"

"No need, mom, I'm already done, where are my dad and brother?"

When Song's mother heard Song Zhaozhao's words, she sighed and pointed to the open space next to her. It was already in a state of reclaiming, but the dishes on it were not cooked at all.

"The food was stolen by your aunt's house. This year, I'm going to go hungry again. Your father and brother, go out to see if there is any place to work, and it's good to earn some money."

Song Zhaozhao frowned and looked around the Song family, almost forgot that the Song family had a vicious relative!

"Come on, sit down and have some food first."

After Song Zhaozhao sat down, he looked at the food on the table, one bowl of porridge for each person, which was even thinner than the porridge in the cafeteria. With some wild vegetables with big salt bumps on it, it was tasteless to eat.

After dinner, Song Zhaozhao suggested helping Song's mother pick wild vegetables, but in fact it was to observe the surrounding environment.

It is early spring and the wild vegetables are budding. Song Zhaozhao carries a sack and looks at the wild vegetables of all colors on the ground.

Shepherd's purse, purslane, quinoa, dandelion, malan head, bracken and wild onion

Fortunately, I am a food blogger and have some understanding of wild vegetables.

"The daughter of the Song family, the daughter of the Song family!"

At first hearing someone whispering to her, Song Zhaozhao turned around and agreed with a smile: "Oh!"

A woman wrapped in a brown cloth headscarf ran to her with a basket in small steps. She was also a neighbor of the Song family. Her husband's surname was Zhang, and she was kind. She was a local wealthy family. She raised a few pigs at home. Even the lard from the Song family was fried and given to the Song family. "Zhaozhao, are you healthy?"

Song Zhaozhao replied with a smile: "Aunt Zhang, it's already been."

"Then what are you doing to pick this?" Aunt Zhang pointed to the wild onion that Song Zhaozhao had just picked.

Song Zhaozhao was shocked. It turned out that the people here didn’t know about wild onions?

"Aunt Zhang is a baby."

"Baby? It's so unpalatable."

When Song Zhaozhao saw Aunt Zhang, he remembered his barren land and had a plan in his mind. "Aunt Zhang, otherwise I will prepare it later. Come and try it. If it tastes delicious, give me the feces of your pigs."

Aunt Zhang thought to herself: This girl was not washed into her mind by water. She hasn't been able to recover yet. Forget it, she is also some feces and she is worried that she has nowhere to deal with it.

Seeing that Aunt Zhang agreed to him, Song Zhaozhao returned home happily.

"Mom! Mom! Mom!"

Song Zhaozhao called out the confused mother Song.

"Zhaozhao, what happened? ""Mom, do you still have eggs at home?" "There are a few more. You will buy them in the city in a few days, and you can exchange them for some rice and flour. Why are you asking about this?"

Song Zhaozhao pointed to the barren land: "I found a way to make the grain grow."

Song's mother was even more confused: "Use eggs?"

Song Zhaozhao nodded. "These eggs are still to be sold, just use one or two." "Don't worry, mother, I'll leave it to me today's supper."
Chapter completed!